Ok, so I made a pseudo-autobiography called "The Box" and it's all about me when I was about 7 or 8 years old and eventually tells the tale of the profound and lasting effect which television had on me. It will be difficult for many of you to believe but I was a bit of a handful at that time. So much so that my mother made me sit and draw and not talk (I was also a bit of a storyteller- which my mom mis-classified as fibber) for one half hour every afternoon after school. Here we see me being harangued by my mom (that's not really what she looked like, but she did used to wear those metal cylinder things in her hair sometimes). Such drama. Pencil, 2009.
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